these stupid wings
i don’t fall down often
but i do it properly
so don’t be surprised
or you know
just be there
make soothing noises
hold my hand
my life
like an insect
in the sun
till i figure out
these stupid wings
again
a poem is a lump of wood that holds the door open - GRANT MORGAN
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